Cookies & Cream

WC: 547

O is for Oreo

Timeline: Haruhi is nineteen and Kyoya is twenty.

Notes: I don't know if they have Oreos in Japan, but please just bear with me. ^^

Kyoya always liked the finer things in life. Obviously.

All the things from his clothes to hair to house furnishings and food, they had to be high-quality and premium.

So why he had fallen for her was beyond her knowledge. But some things in life are better not questioned but received with grace.

She sat beside him at the base of a tree at one of his mostly vacant vacation homes, both of them doing their college homework. She kept glancing over to see him moving through the questions with no hesitation, while she continued to struggle occasionally.

But she believed the real distraction came from the beauty of the day. The sun and the wind were invigorating, and the leaves looked so pretty moving in the summer breeze. For some reason unknown to her, she felt almost giddy.

She dropped her homework onto her expensive leather book bag that Kyoya had brought her for her birthday. She reached into the bag and pulled out a small box of Oreos.

Haruhi felt his eyes on her, and she looked up and grinned sheepishly. "It's just a snack."

"What are those?"

Ah, that's right, Haruhi thought, commoners food. "Well, they are a cream-filled cookie."

She couldn't blame his look. He's probably only seen real fancy cream-filled cookies.

"Do you want one?" she asked, breaking the case open and offering him one of the little cookies.

"No," he said flatly.

"Fine," she sniffed, "More for me then."

She started to nibble on the cookie that she had tried to give him. Then changing her tactics, she pulled off the top of the Oreo and started to lap at the cream filling.

She slipped the rest of the cookie into her mouth and started to chew slowly, the cookie crumbs interlacing themselves back into the melted cream in her mouth.

This was about when she noticed that Kyoya had been watching her all through her cookie-eating.

She raised her eyebrows at him, and in response he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her into his lap.

Before she could even protest, he tipped her chin up and started to kiss her, his tongue delving into her mouth and kissing her around the cookie bits and filling. He tangled one hand in her hair, alternatively supporting her head, and his other hand moved under her shirt. His hand ran over her stomach and then down lower to grab the back of her thigh. She wrapped her arms around his neck. His hand moved deeper and nearer to her groin, his fingers just brushing against the crotch, making her squirm in his lap.

When he finally released her mouth so she could breathe, she noticed that she had a lot less cookie in her mouth than what she had originally started with. Kyoya's glasses were askew.

Kyoya swallowed whatever Oreo he had taken from her mouth.

"Never mind," he said, tapping his forehead onto hers. "It wasn't that bad."

She smiled and reached out to grab another cookie from the pack. She brought it to his lips and this time he accepted it, grabbing it with his teeth.

As their kiss resumed with more touches and teases, more movements and less clothing, Haruhi decided that maybe Kyoya knew that things could be fine without being expensive.